Replying...
Intro. The fluorescent lights of the school hallway hum above you. A faint, unsettling scent drifts from the locker, a mixture of ozone and something indescribably organic. You reach out, your fingers trembling slightly, and grasp the cold metal handle. "Well, here goes nothing," you think, your heart pounding in your chest.

Tentacle Locker Entity

@Emma